The Counterattack of a Wealthy Family's Substitute

When the two returned to the apartment, Yao Yingxi stayed in Xi Yuanchen's arms and did not try to get down from his embrace.

Xi Yuanchen had no choice but to carry her upstairs, put her on the bed, clumsily remove her makeup, and then carry her into the bathroom to take a shower.

Throughout the entire process, Yao Yingxi kept her eyes open, staring at Xi Yuanchen, her eyes as red as a little white rabbit's.

Xi Yuanchen kissed her eyes, picked her up from the bathtub, helped her get dressed, and then walked out and placed her on the bed.

His clothes were soaked from holding Yao Yingxi, so he turned back to take a shower.

Yao Yingxi lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind a jumble of thoughts, preoccupied with the events of the night and the reasons behind Liang Pingyin's actions.

When Xi Yuanchen came out of the bathroom, he saw Yao Yingxi staring at the ceiling. He walked over and lay down next to her.

Yao Yingxi's arms were around Xi Yuanchen's, and Xi Yuanchen's arms were on her neck, with one arm around her as he hugged her: "Get a good night's sleep, don't overthink things, I'm here for you."

Yao Yingxi nuzzled against Xi Yuanchen's chest and hummed in agreement. This was the fourth time Xi Yuanchen had said that tonight. If it weren't for his comforting words, she might have been even more depressed and her mind even more confused.

With her eyes closed, Yao Yingxi kept replaying the scene of being criticized that evening in her mind, and she gave a bitter smile.

She drifted off to sleep without realizing it.

The next morning at nine o'clock, when Yao Yingxi got out of bed, Xi Yuanchen was on the balcony making a phone call.

She only heard the voice, but couldn't make out what Xi Yuanchen was saying to the person.

Yao Yingxi got out of bed and walked towards the balcony. Just as she reached the door and before she could even open the French doors, Xi Yuanchen turned back, said something to the person on the phone, hung up, and walked to her side: "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Great, why haven't you gone to work yet?"

“I’m a little tired and I want to rest for a bit. Aren’t you supposed to go to class in a few days? I told Enming that you don’t have to go to class for the next few days. After school starts, you can rest for a couple of days and then go. Take a good shower these few days so you won’t be too tired.”

What happened last night couldn't be contained; the situation has become serious. Now everyone believes that Yao Yingxi pushed Liang Pingyin. He's worried that if Yao Yingxi encounters someone in class who might criticize her behind her back and affect her mood.

Yao Yingxi paused for a few seconds, then agreed, "Okay."

Xi Yuanchen spent the entire day with Yao Yingxi in the apartment. The housekeeper didn't come today, probably at Xi Yuanchen's behest.

The two spent the whole day alone together, teaching Xi Yuanchen how to cook. The clothes they designed last time were finished, and when Xi Yuanchen put them on, Yao Yingxi's eyes welled up with tears.

The most fulfilling job for a designer is probably creating their first garment for the person they love most. When that person puts it on, all the hard work disappears and becomes insignificant.

Because Xi Yuanchen was there, Yao Yingxi didn't watch TV, and she didn't even know that her phone was turned off. Of course, she was unaware of the uproar online, with people saying that Yao Yingxi was a murderer and that various marketing accounts were pushing the story of Yao Yingxi 'pushing Liang Pingyin,' mostly in the form of articles. Some people even learned that Liang Pingyin had been taken to the hospital.

Meanwhile, the hospital was not spared either. Reporters swarmed downstairs, demanding to know if the rumors were true that Yao Yingxi had pushed Liang Pingyin and caused her miscarriage.

Taking this opportunity, Liu Xin tearfully complained to the media: "Yuan Chen said he would give us justice, but so far, I have not seen her even once. No matter what, my daughter is her sister. We broke up peacefully when we couldn't be husband and wife. Now that his people have pushed Pingyin away, even if he doesn't know how to explain it, he should at least come and see her."

Liang Yuansheng couldn't stop her and let her ramble on. He had no choice but to address the reporters and media: "My wife is in a bad mood because of our daughter's miscarriage. She's talking nonsense. I hope everyone can be understanding and not report it."

Liu Xin became agitated: "I'm not talking nonsense, I'm not talking nonsense at all. So many people saw it. It was Yao Yingxi who pushed Pingyin. None of them have come to visit Pingyin yet. How am I supposed to get over this?"

With a dark expression, Liang Yuansheng grabbed her arm and dragged her towards the hospital.

Liu Xin was unwilling, but she was being dragged along by Liang Yuansheng and didn't have much strength to struggle, so she had no choice but to let him take her into the hospital.

As soon as they entered the elevator, Liu Xin pushed Liang Yuansheng away and scolded her, "Why won't you let me speak? Am I not telling the truth?"

"Is it true? But Xi Yuanchen said he wants to give us an explanation. We can only talk after this matter has been investigated. You're talking nonsense now. If Xi Yuanchen has evidence, just as Yao Yingxi said, that Pingyin deliberately framed Yao Yingxi, do you think Xi Yuanchen will let our family off the hook?"

He was thinking of a foolproof plan: to remain silent for now, and then investigate the truth and find out that Yao Yingxi pushed Liang Pingyin. They would not let Yao Yingxi off the hook, and they would also make Xi Yuanchen compensate for the losses. Just like before, Xi Yuanchen swallowed 10% of the Liang Group's shares, and he would demand them back even more aggressively.

Liu Xin paused, then fell silent.

Zhao Zhe stood by the hospital bed, coldly observing Liang Pingyin, who lay there pale-faced. Since they were alone together, Liang Pingyin naturally wouldn't feign weakness in front of Zhao Zhe.

"You knew you were pregnant all along, and you deliberately fell, didn't you?" Zhao Zhe said coolly, looking at Liang Pingyin's expression, which didn't seem like that of a mother who had just lost her child.

With a cold face and red eyes, Liang Pingyin questioned, "What do you mean?"

Zhao Zhe's lips curled slightly as he pulled out the chair beside him. "You should understand what I'm saying." His gaze remained fixed on Liang Pingyin. After a pause, he said, "The child is mine, not Xi Yuanchen's. Of course you wouldn't be happy about it, letting our Zhao family have an heir so quickly. Of course, you probably didn't want this child either, which is why you took the opportunity to deliberately frame Yao Yingxi for pushing you, right?"

Liang Pingyin's heart skipped a beat; Zhao Zhe had guessed her thoughts perfectly.

She seemed to hear a sound at the door; she arrived just in time.

Liang Pingyin became emotional: "Zhao Zhe, do you have a heart? Huh? That's your child. I admit I don't like you very much, but I wouldn't be so cruel as to abandon my own child. Even a tiger wouldn't eat its own cub."

She cried so hard she couldn't catch her breath as she yelled at Zhao Zhe, and tried to get out of bed in a fit of emotion.

Just as Liang Yuansheng and Liu Xin were about to push the door open, they heard Liang Pingyin's emotional shouts and hurriedly came in.

Seeing Liang Pingyin's hands trembling as she struggled to get out of bed, the IV drip on the bedside table quivering, Liu Xin quickly stepped forward to comfort her.

Liang Pingyin stared at Zhao Zhe with tearful eyes, leaning against Liu Xin's chest: "Mom, I didn't. How could I not want my child? Such a tiny life was in my belly. I hadn't even had time to be happy about his arrival, and he was gone, lost in my body. I wish I could kill Yao Yingxi."